Saturday, May 21, 2011

Of Meets and Bleats

  • I wanted Achu to go to Swingers for a dance workshop but it didn't work out. So he went for another theatre and dance workshop which started 2 week ago and ended with a cute show yesterday.
  • KK was in town for Chinnu's admission. Acha got her into VIT. So am glad we might have more visits from KK for the next 5 years.  
  • P,U,C and I met up at my place. It was great. The kids came along so it felt good watching them play together.Our chats were restricted to kid-friendly topics. A you missed it darling and we missed you.
  • MIL is sick. She was in hospital for a couple of days. She is recovering. But at a very slow pace. She will need a physiotherapist for a month or two.
  • Had a little trip planned for next week but it got canceled. Poor Achu will not have a trip this summer to jabber about.
  • Its sure summer but we did have a little thunder storm yesterday night and a sweaty power cut to go with it. The search for the best inverter is on.
  • I optimistically blame my stars for what's going on in this chapter of my life while the pessimist is sad because she knows the truth.....
Ps. Life is such a mix.Sometimes its a super six and sometimes it puts me in a fix.God please teach me the trix :)  

    Thursday, May 5, 2011

    Unconditional Love

    When I was a child
    It was easy to love
    and not expect
    I was loved
    all the same

    When I was a gal
    It was easy to love
    but expectations crept in
    and I was loved
    all the same

    When I was a lady
    It seemed easy to love
    and to expect -a right
    There was love
    all the same

    Now a woman
    Its a dream to love
    and not to expect
    Where is love ?
    I ask, in shame.

    Unconditional Love
    An oxymoron to me :)

    The Assembly

         Shashtri looked out and spotted Durga Devi looking celestial and jubilant in a purple and red silk sari. Her knee length hair was neatly decorated with orange chrysanthemums. Her bindi resembled the setting sun. A very masculine Sreenivas stood next to her. His physique could frighten any being in the vicinity. Then there was the very prosperous Madhanlal who wore gold and diamond rings on all his ten fingers.  
         Badri in his usual white dhoti kurta and his wife Roopa in a simple silk cotton orange sari with gold border, were there too. They looked disheveled by the 112 km drive they had. undertaken. Natrajan and his friend Vikram in their starched and ironed white shirts with khaki pants were restless for they were already late for school.
         Roopa’s desperate eyes fell on Jeevatha in her little pink polka frock, dancing, singing and playing hide and seek between Padma’s sari pleats. The little angel looked at her mother who seemed to be in a trance. She was thirsty but knew this was not the right time to disturb her mother. Bhima was there too, holding on to his car keys as if he was holding his baby’s tiny fingers

         Durga Devi a kuchipudi dancer received a letter confirming her participation in the prestigious Khajuraho Dance festival scheduled the next month in Madhya Pradesh. She is happy she will dance along with the best dancers in the country. For Sreenivas this was a part of his routine. He wakes up before the sun, takes a dip in the chilly fast-reducing lake, does his yoga, and comes here before heading back home where his ten egg whites and two glasses of goat’s milk wait to be consumed. His 5-year-old body building school produces the strongest men and women in the 18 panchayats around his village.

         Madhanlal is always after money. This time the poor farmer Velu suffered the parasite’s pangs. He thought he could repay the debt during harvest but the monsoons had a different plan. Madhanlal held the documents of Velu’s little piece of land in his hand. This is his last stop before heading towards the registrar’s office. Badri and Roopa were married for 2 years now. They were titled the perfect couple for the first year, after which the inquisitive neighbors found a reason to defy the title and wagged their corrupt tongues. They spent a lot of time arguing over whose fault it was that they remained childless. The couple had reached a stage of doing anything to keep those tongues at rest. 

         Nataraj spent time with his books everyday. Vikram thought about his books only when the exam dates were announced. These opposites were the best of friends. Nataraj and Vikram spent the whole night at the formers house preparing. Maths is tricky. Girija teacher loves to pick problems from some foreign-authored book. Jeevitha was wondering why her mother was taking so long. She had to go back and play with Bommakutty. She loved to braid Boma’s hair. Her precious Boma has been a source of envy and she cannot stay away from her for so long. She planned to ask her mother to buy her a kulfi stick and some hair clips on her way home. Padma wondered where her life was heading. She was confused. After her husband lost his job at the mill, his bad company has caused so much of trauma. Today she wanted support and answers to all her problems. After all, she has a little girl.                

         The vehicle reflected its fluorescence and so did Bhima. Being a proud owner of a Green Ford Figo isn’t a joke. The commission for processing the foreign loan had taken more time than he expected which kept him away from owning his dream. However, all’s well that ends well. Just when he got his driving license from D-Man’s driving school, he received the long pending amount. There wasn’t a moment to loose. The man had to have his machine. The moment he took possession of the asset, he knew he had to be here. 

         Shashtri came out and acknowledged the crowd. His silver plate had a few strands of Malli, a handful of vibhuthi, a few coins and a lit mud lamp filled with gingelly oil and traces of ghee. Adorned in sandalwood paste and shimmering attire the one-tusked Elephant God Ganesha smiled at his heterogeneous devotees filled with homogeneous devotion, from his 207-year-old abode.Then there was peace.

    Tuesday, May 3, 2011

    Snap goes the Cable

    Our power cables snapped at 8.55 pm yesterday. Called the power guys and they inspected the place and found a burnt cable.It was a hot summer's night and we were not very glad to know that our cooling appliances were not gonna work until the next day.

    Panic followed by expressions and emotions that resembled a family of ants disturbed by a burnt out match
    Amma: Oh no! What to do let's go to a hotel
    Acha: Let me call B and find out if anything can be done
    Me: Let's go to a hotel ...for a change
    Achu: Amma pediyarikkunu (Am feeling scared)

    Candles and emergency lamps lit, we created our own fans with Achu's puzzle books, the day's paper and a marriage invitation card.

    Option 1
    Since it was still early we checked a hotel close to our house. Extravagant you call it?....bear necessity I call was boiling...thankfully we didn't have any mosquito friends buzzing into our eardrums. But then hey it was hot and we were bathing in sweat.
    Acha: Double rooms available?
    Reception: for which date
    Acha: Tonite
    Reception: From where are you sir?
    Acha: K...which is just 1/2km from the hotel
    Reception: No sir no rooms
    Possible reasons of denial: Love birds in search of a escape location, terrorists, a family deciding to end their life seeking the best place to do it :)
    There goes option 1

    Option 2
    A few other hotels were rejected by all of us, taking turns at it, the reasons ranging from no pick up vehicle*, poor ambiance,distance to many more....
    The fanning got even more frantic
    Then we decide to stay back and enjoy summer on the terrace or in our own furnaces with our self made equipments to prevent us from melting.
    9.25pm....With various other heated options faded the minute they flared
    we settled..Achu boy fell asleep.

    Option 3
    Acha called up AA who was at P, 2 kms away from home. He mentioned about all that had happened. And she was so sweet to offer to ask her daughter BA to come and pick us up. Amma and I found the idea highly unfair since BA would have been just back after a hard days work and settled down at home. Would you be liked to be disturbed by a relative just when you had cool wash,got into those cozy pyjamas, a hot drink in hand,settled down to read a book and planned to doze off after a long tiring day???? I wouldn't. It would be slightly ok if the relatives barged in and wanted some space in your pre cooled room and bed. It just needs you to have a angelic smile (fake or real doesn't matter),welcome them and vanish into your den.But this meant to take your car, pick the 4 hot humans of varied age and aptitude, bring them home, listening attentively to their power shutdown tragedy make arrangements for them to sleep with and without you, serve them food and then settle to share your once cozy bed with a sweaty adult and child-roller. Would You? NO

    But BA did all of the above and more.Thanks BA.You are a total GEM.And AA made us feel like it was our birthright to be there. (We the shameless exercised it to the max.)

    And it was Acha's Option 3 that clicked.

    It took the whole of today's morning before we had signs of the cable guys coming. They did it all up by 2.30pm.Achu and I were back home in the morning while Amma and Acha stayed back. 

    PS. Inverters are in! We need to get one immediately. The goodness that shines in certain souls turned on the inverters in me....One of those days you are ashamed to be you and amazed to see some amazing ppl still around :)

    Monday, May 2, 2011

    Of this and that

    • Went for a seminar at the Institute to gain CPE hours.Glad I went for it.
    • Got a few books from Landmark. Their having a 50% off on a section of books. Have to go and dig a bit more.
    • The heat is rising , power shut downs more often, watermelons and cucumbers on the road, a lot of sweat....Its the summer of 2011 at Chennai
    • Routine : AC room - AC car - AC cabin - AC car - AC shop - AC car - AC room . End of day. Willis I love you :)
    • Have to salute to the ironing man, the construction workers, the factory workers and the many who have to toil in the hot sun. Thank my Amma for standing in the kitchen which equals a furnace and still providing us yummy food. 
    Ps. Have alot of reading to do.